The point of my haircuts is to not have hair. But when I accidentally started clipping without a guard, I had a freakout and had to call someone over. Luckily the blades were maximally extended, so I wasn't shaving myself bald, but it was the start of the stubble period. And now it's the only way I want to wear my hair. I wish I could have someone on hand to clip it every month.

Or, you know, not be so slack myself.

YAY my boots arrived!

I splurged madly the other day because the boots I'd been waiting for at Zappos finally came in. They're very simple Frye boots that I hope I can wear for years and years. So now I'm sitting with them on my bare feet under my capri pants--I look ridiculous.

Yay for new boots.

K-Bug's boyfriend is in the Air Force and he recently gave CJ a pair of his steel toed Air Force boots and CJ LOVES them. It is kinda crazy. My favorite was when he decided to wear them to karate and had tucked his gi pants into the boots. Now that was a "look".

Oh my god I just shed actual tears over this haircut. People everywhere are dealing with actual legitimate issues and here I am weeping over hair. I feel like I have just regressed in age ten years or something.

Aww. I have been there--one time I decided to get my hair cut short, and walked out of the salon sobbing, telling my friend (who was all "it's not that bad!") "NO, I look like the BRIDE OF FRANKENSTEIN" I, too, am of the "it takes my hair a few days to calm down and do what it's going to do" after a haircut. And I'm not super pleased with what mine is doing right now, but c'est la vie...it does grow. It will get better. Wear some cute earrings.

Yes, wear cute earrings, and wear some bright lipstick.

All this haircut talk reminds me that I need to have Pete trim my bangs. And I'm really thinking about getting layers so I can indulge in some Big Hair.

There were some apple slices and tomatoes in my salad, so probably not a whole serving of fruit, but at least it was accompanied by a lot of lettuce.

What complete bullshit. Dream on.

What would you do for free? Well you must find out what it is and quit your job so you can do it. You will enjoy your work much more and will become an expert in your field.

That's such a privileged point of view.

I've gone down the stairs twice today. I leave a lot.

(I so want to ditch the company picnic. Would anyone notice?)

Consuela just reminded me that I have to try on my boots. I bought them two years ago, but they were too small for my feet before. I hope that I can squeeze into them now--it'd be nice to finally have a pair of boots to wear in the cold and wet.

Oh, and they might notice, ita!. I know my boss takes note when I skip a company-wide meeting.

Thanks, everyone. That helped. My family thinks I am being insanely dramatic, but they've all been getting the same haircuts for years so what do they even know.

I feel bad mostly because I was so excited to get my hair cut, I had in my head exactly what I wanted, and then the hairstylist was like... "No."

My mother says I should have just been adamant about what I wanted, which, yes, I absolutely should have, but this is the same guy my mother goes to and she routinely comes home with hair dyed colors she's not thrilled about, but says that he made her. So I wasn't really prepared to fight him on it.

And THEN, as I'm sure he could tell I hated it, and we were leaving, he had just enough time to get a jab in at me for not being able to drive myself there. I am constantly and horribly embarrassed about my inability to drive and every time I try I panic - and it was just a thrilling icing to the cake.